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Perhaps
not
so
singular
in
the
opinion
of
a
town
lady
like
you
,
as
they
appeared
to
us
rustic
people
.
She
used
to
come
down
very
late
,
generally
not
till
one
o'clock
,
she
would
then
take
a
cup
of
chocolate
,
but
eat
nothing
;
we
then
went
out
for
a
walk
,
which
was
a
mere
saunter
,
and
she
seemed
,
almost
immediately
,
exhausted
,
and
either
returned
to
the
schloss
or
sat
on
one
of
the
benches
that
were
placed
,
here
and
there
,
among
the
trees
.
This
was
a
bodily
languor
in
which
her
mind
did
not
sympathize
.
She
was
always
an
animated
talker
,
and
very
intelligent
.
She
sometimes
alluded
for
a
moment
to
her
own
home
,
or
mentioned
an
adventure
or
situation
,
or
an
early
recollection
,
which
indicated
a
people
of
strange
manners
,
and
described
customs
of
which
we
knew
nothing
.
I
gathered
from
these
chance
hints
that
her
native
country
was
much
more
remote
than
I
had
at
first
fancied
.
As
we
sat
thus
one
afternoon
under
the
trees
a
funeral
passed
us
by
.
It
was
that
of
a
pretty
young
girl
,
whom
I
had
often
seen
,
the
daughter
of
one
of
the
rangers
of
the
forest
.
The
poor
man
was
walking
behind
the
coffin
of
his
darling
;
she
was
his
only
child
,
and
he
looked
quite
heartbroken
.
Peasants
walking
two-and-two
came
behind
,
they
were
singing
a
funeral
hymn
.
I
rose
to
mark
my
respect
as
they
passed
,
and
joined
in
the
hymn
they
were
very
sweetly
singing
.
My
companion
shook
me
a
little
roughly
,
and
I
turned
surprised
.
She
said
brusquely
,
"
Do
n't
you
perceive
how
discordant
that
is
?
"
"
I
think
it
very
sweet
,
on
the
contrary
,
"
I
answered
,
vexed
at
the
interruption
,
and
very
uncomfortable
,
lest
the
people
who
composed
the
little
procession
should
observe
and
resent
what
was
passing
.
I
resumed
,
therefore
,
instantly
,
and
was
again
interrupted
.
"
You
pierce
my
ears
,
"
said
Carmilla
,
almost
angrily
,
and
stopping
her
ears
with
her
tiny
fingers
.
"
Besides
,
how
can
you
tell
that
your
religion
and
mine
are
the
same
;
your
forms
wound
me
,
and
I
hate
funerals
.
What
a
fuss
!
Why
you
must
die
--
everyone
must
die
;
and
all
are
happier
when
they
do
.
Come
home
.
"
"
My
father
has
gone
on
with
the
clergyman
to
the
churchyard
.
I
thought
you
knew
she
was
to
be
buried
today
.
"
